Monday, November 26, 2012
second to the right
it's like a game of Twister, always changing positions
(a book at the store says there's a different
one for each day) then mix in the location,
there are endless variations
we're always discovering
& as you curl sleeping, outside, in the crispness, i stand
in smallness before all i know
that nineteen years ago, they lined up
because you said yes,
and tonight, they have never shined brighter.
Just a little something I wrote for T. Nineteen years ago yesterday, I got on my knee.